The Misanthrope’s Corner

LAST year my December column was given over to “Mis.Mis,” computerese for “Miscellaneous Misanthrope,” the disk file where I store material that did not make it into columns during the year—frequently because a little voice in mv head whispered “Uh-uh.”

This is America. Everybody’s gotta right to start a tradition, so I’ve decided to do another Mis.Mis. We might as well begin with some uh-uhs.